Hours in a day.
Hours without good sleep – oh wait, what’s sleep?<\/p>\n
Yesterday I turned 24. Yes, world I’m one step closer to the grave. Yesterday was a fairly uneventful ‘birthday’ despite a wonderful evening out alone with my husband. But the day was filled with wonderful things. Matt and I enjoyed stealing his Dad away from work for a while. We found a pair of glasses that Matt and I both like to replace Matt’s 6 year old pair. Due to circumstances I attempted breastfeeding in the car (awkward, but successful). We had Rachael’s 2 week weight check (9 lbs, 3 ounces of sweetness). And then came a wonderful trip to Red Lobster while my mom and dad watched our little one. I enjoyed the uneventfulness<\/span>, I’m not going to lie.<\/p>\n I guess birthdays get like that when you get older. It’s not always going to be the five year old hype of balloons and party hats. Matt asked me what I wanted for my birthday after the poor thing couldn’t find what he wanted to get me within the realms of a realistic budget. It’s kinda sad but I couldn’t<\/span> come up with a single thing I wanted all day long. I’m not really sure why that is. But Matt’s ideas of presents that he revealed to me that failed to work out sounded wonderful. And I honestly couldn’t think of anything else that would be a fun birthday spoiler. I mean we could have gone for the practical of replacing my seriously dying hairdryer (for the whopping<\/span> twice a year that I use it to keep from getting hypothermia on a “running late” day) or replacing my running shoes that I stretched out with my swollen<\/span> prego<\/span> feet. But there’s something about replacing items that we would have otherwise replaced that makes it not really feel like a birthday present. Maybe it’s just me. Maybe I’m just psycho.<\/p>\n Thanks for the “Happy Birthday” Jes<\/span> and Aunt Yvonne. It was quite nice not to have to prompt you both or have a tag-on ‘happy birthday’ after someone close to you spilled the beans in a crowd of people.<\/p>\n Anyway, twenty-four doesn’t feel any different than twenty-three did. But it does mean one thing, while having a baby and a husband and a wonderful home I am one step closer to being responsible enough to rent a car. Oh the pride!<\/p>\n Alrighty<\/span>, it’s 4:15a and Rachael has finally decided to stop screaming. Time for a few hours of sleep before the 6am feeding. That’s right friends, Rachael is learning self-soothing and not getting what she wants after she’s already gotten what she needs. And I am learning to finally cave into napping during the day – despite wanting Rachael to cave into napping at night. =)<\/p>\n G’morning<\/span>\/night everyone.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Hours in a day.Hours without good sleep – oh wait, what’s sleep? Yesterday I turned 24. Yes, world I’m one step closer to the grave.Matt mentioned over a crableg dinner (heck yes), “For a few months you will be two years older than me.” He let the silence of that statement fill the air. “Cradle… Continue Reading →<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10841","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","clear"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/todayslegacy.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10841","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/todayslegacy.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/todayslegacy.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/todayslegacy.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/todayslegacy.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10841"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/todayslegacy.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10841\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/todayslegacy.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10841"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/todayslegacy.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10841"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/todayslegacy.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10841"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
Matt mentioned over a crableg<\/span> dinner (heck yes), “For a few months you will be two years older than me.” He let the silence of that statement fill the air. “Cradle<\/span> robber.”
That’s right friends, I have robbed the cradle<\/span> TWICE. And I’m not giving either back.<\/p>\n